Take this heart of mine and soar it high above
the plane of the earth's cries
A pride smile from the scent of a roses's petal
Curl the wand of magic around the arms of
Thruth
The path of gace and fear a gate which
Leads to the blanket of sleep
The pull of the wind down the eye of a
Lonley shade of sand
The point of a lie is a word from the lips of
Who and why
No matter how crazy day after day can be one
Thing will always shine through is
People who love and care
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice poem with nice sentiment.